Winter weather hasn't worn down Annie Mae

10:53 PM,
Jan. 25, 2014

Written by

Larry Fugate
For the Advocate

I cannot take it any longer. No amount of good books, warm cranberry teas or cozy weekend afternoon naps can make me endure another day of clouds and gray skies. The cold winds blow, and all I do is long for my pillow. Cold are my nights and cold are my days. I long for May, but I am afraid it is too far away. (Despite the cold, I am not a bad poet).

I go to work in temperatures around zero and come home with temperatures below zero. All I want is to be greeted by my noble compatriot, Annie Mae, at the front door. I dream of her greeting me with her soft, warm collie body, ...